My podiatrist would not be happy with me if he saw me today happily hiking barefoot with my son. I mean barefoot, not even in VFF's. But what am I to do when I feel so strongly that this will actually help me. I wasn't running, not even a few feet. The trail was very, very easy and we took it slow. My Achilles tendon felt fine and I just loved the feeling of the soil, leaves, needles and rocks under my feet. I needed so much to be out there and I needed to feel connected to Nature and what's better way than to touch the Earth with my bare feet? My troubled soul needed that and I was willing to sacrifice Mr Achilles for that. But I think Mr Achilles liked it to and he understood what I was going through.
There is not much more I can actually say. I felt really good, I felt as if nothing could ever go wrong, I felt healthy and untroubled. Then of course it all ended, as all things do but at least I had my moments of peace and serenity.
